My Friend, The Parking Lot Attendant - Poem by Charles Bukowski
—he's a dandy
—usually sucking on a cigar
he tends to lean into cars as he
first time I met him, he said,
"hey! ya gonna make a
"maybe," I answered.
next meeting it was:
"hey, Ramrod! what's
"very little," I told
next time I had my girlfriend with me
and he just
next time I was
"hey," he asked, "where's the young
"I left her at home...."
"Bullshit! I'll bet she dumped
and the next time
he really leaned into the car:
"what's a guy like you doing driving a
BMW! I'll bet you inherited your
money, you didn't get this car with your
"how'd you guess?" I
that was some weeks ago.
I haven't seen him lately.
feIlow like that, chances are he just moved on
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